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 Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2019 8:29 am
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orri - meat station -> zygmuth
Orri was always happy to take a chance to see the dragonets, seeing as the friends he had made among them were harder to meet with thanks to their new schedules. It was unfortunate it had to be under these circumstances, though. Even the boy’s usual optimism took a hit when he saw how listless some dragons were, and his attention kept drifting from W’tarl’s lecture to the piteous states around him. Healer he might have been classified at one point, but massages had nothing to do with the sort of illness that had spread recently. He had to do right by them somehow.
As Anakumath greeted them, Orri flashed her a grin and nodded his head in a slight bow but didn’t trouble her further; she seemed keen on meeting every single candidate there after all, and he was supposed to be working. Still, he sent a hello again her way before moving on.
He dreaded seeing F’enn’s green there, though at the same time he hoped she might show, healthy and hale. Then at least...
A different green looked completely out of sorts, though. After cutting his meat, Orri took what he hoped were decent cuts and approached, careful to remember at least that he shouldn’t be forcing it. “Hi,” he said, trying at a smile. “I’m sorry Yours isn’t doing well right now. Would you like some company?”
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2019 5:48 pm
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Skerath
The green dragon rolled one eye towards Florianth's rider as the young woman approached Arlie. To have her desires for them to go away be so blatantly ignored--to not even be acknowledged as if she were little better than mindless wherry--stoked her mounting fury. Why were these idiots spared from deadly sickness, while Hers struggled only a few dragonlengths away? A growl began to rattle deep within her chest, and her red eyes whirled faster, faster, faster....
Before she could vent her hate upon the two girls, someone had the audacity to intervene.
Kahbrohm was not spared from a snarl before her powerful jaws crashed shut upon the meat within his hands, ripping it from his hands so she could savagely shake her head from side to side.... heedless of the blood and gore she might be splattering upon the three humans. Her mind touched his briefly, hot and pulsing with her wrath, her pain. She did not even bother to turn her head to acknowledge her brown cousin, craning her head to send the chunk of meat down her long throat. I don't need your pity. She snapped back at Venandith, hating him for seeing her like this, hating him for presuming she needed anything from him... and hating that his sympathy was sincere.
She paused to fix Arlie in her sights once more, weighing her words with a curled lip. It was true that her Iathe was in no state to tend to her... and it would be stupid to not see that she was properly tended to so that Hers would not have anything to worry about but recovering. Reluctantly, Skerath was about to concede to the timid girl's requests-- when Florianth's rider flouted her ignorance yet again. Did she not see the meat that Kahbrohm had brought her? Did she still not think to even speak to Skerath as though she was a sentient being?!
The small green bellowed with rage, her talons scraping against stone even as her wings snapped open. Her head and tail lashed from side to side, her bloodied jaws gnashing as though to sink into any of the three standing before her. Why was Iathe the one to suffer so? Why not any of them? Why?! Skerath screamed again, whipping herself around and away from the humans. She could not hurt them, but there were others here she could rend and rip with her talons. Let their precious riders feel what it was like for their lifemates to suffer! Let the blood and ichor flow!
They would all know her pain.
Quote: If you want Skerath to bite or claw at your dragon, let me know!
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2019 2:12 pm
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orri - w/ zygmuth
Orri paused, attention drawn momentarily by whatever was breaking out nearby, and then took a seat by the green, legs crossed. It seemed better to just join her on the ground rather than try to get her to move when she clearly wasn’t in the mood to.
“If I can help, please let me know,” he told her. “I have some meat here if you’re hungry. Or if you’re sore, I’ve been brushing up on draconic pressure points. I come from a natural hot spring resort not too far from here. Well,” Orri amended with a small chuckle, “more village than resort, but we get a lot of the miners after work.”
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alquemieth - around -> skerath station emergency stop
(Disclaimer: still totally free to have ur dragon been attacked before intervention attempt! just have to strike muses when they’re hot and all)
Slidrianth was the one named for a snake, but Alquemieth was fast for his color, seeming to wind through dragon and person alike with serpentine precision. His eyes blazed in the wake of Skerath’s tantrum, and he glanced at the offending group with such disdain that one of them, that twig of a white rider, flinched. Honestly, both weyrlings should have known better than approach. Honestly. And that barbarian looking boy with them—Bah. He had to focus on his cousin for now, his contempt with the situation fueling him to move faster. He would get the culprits later.
Though he could guess queens would be moving to stop the path of destruction, Alquemieth pressed on. This was beneath golds as far as he was concerned, a green acting out like she had only just broken her shell.
Ar’din, aware of the decision, decided to just stay out of it as he continued to work, shushing a patient who looked paler at the sounds of distressed dragons. If anything, he was curious.
Silent besides his pawsteps, Alque broke into a sudden dash and aimed for collision with Skerath from the side to buffet her away from the infirmary, intent on forcing her down beneath him even though it was like pushing himself into so many shards of glass. His mind pushed against hers in equal force, fire versus fire, ceaseless vengeance versus righteous order. It burned, but so much within the bronze often did, his emotions especially; it was only in moments like these where they flared to life, breaking up the shadows that usually dovetailed Alque’s presence.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2019 4:18 pm
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Kahbrohm
"Iathe isn't getting better faster by you being an a**, Skerath," Kahbrohm echoed Arlie's sentiment, though in a harsh tone he knew the green wouldn't take personally. He took a moment to look the far-too-soft-for-her-own-good young woman over, then down at her small white in silent evaluation. Kittens. Dehka's sort.
When Skerath snatched the meat from his hands, he briefly checked to make sure he still had all of his fingers (yep) before grinning at the green's energy. The grin faded as what was normally a tame sharpness turned into a knife aimed at all of those around her, ready to pare proverbial flesh from their bones if it was so needed.
He reached out to grab Skerath's head but she'd pulled away from them all before he could, and only a few steps after her one of the young bronzes had turned his own ireful judgement upon them. Kahbrohm actually had the gall to scowl back at him. Where did he get off?
Still, Kahbrohm moved right on Alquemieth's heels, stopping only for-
Skerath. Alquemieth.
Anakumath --> DANGER ZONE
The young gold's eyes whirled with gentle blues, offering nothing but love despite the tantrum.
Then, she lifted a wing beckoningly, though no such demand had been made - or would be made.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2019 9:20 pm
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Ce'rian >> Infirmary >> Hating Life & Being Miserable Station
Ce'rian felt miserable.
While he knew he wasn't as ill as some of his classmates, this was also the most wretchedly sick he'd been in Turns. In fact, the last time he'd been so affected he'd at least been in the comfort and security of his home. Now, he was in an unfamiliar Weyr, without his own private latrine or bathing chamber, and with no family to tend him. In fact, he was... He was still very much alone. Cythereath was there, a constant presence; but even she was too large to join him in the Infirmary.
As he dozed in and out, ever uncomfortable, he didn't expect anyone to show up at his bedside besides the healers. At Juhvek's demand, Ce'rian opened one eye, and then both. He still had aches and pains and a fever, but for the most part, his body was sore from expelling anything and everything. He glared at Juhvek, noting his Candidate knots, and slowly registering his words.
He clearly wanted to know what to do about Cythereath.
"...go ahead and wake up the ill, that's well and fine," he protested accusingly. Ce'rian's mood was already in tatters, but he had no strength to object or fight any further. Besides which, a small part of him was pleased someone out there was looking after his darling. So he reached out to Cythereath, took a moment to speak to her, assure her, soothe her. His face lost its harshness, its displeasure, and visibly softened as he spoke to his beloved; a change he never noticed.
Finally, though, he looked back at Juhvek, though his earlier ire was lessened considerably. "...she really would like a bath, and choice tidbits of meat." He looked the man over blearily, more annoyed than ever that he was stuck hosting company looking like a slob. He didn't know who this person was, but he would forgive him his trespass for having Cythereath's best-interests in mind. "I'll... see if I can't get her to at least be amenable."
Oh, oh Faranth he felt wretched. A wave of nausea followed but he fought it down--there was very little in his system left.
Fianth >> Watching All >> Sucurith / Skerath Station
((Disclosure: I am not trying to steal anyone's thunder--but I can't see any Adult Derg or Weyrlingmaster(s) or anyone really letting Skerath just go off the handle, whoops. << ))
The pale gold dragon was keeping a close eye on the young weyrlings. She was concerned for them, but was certain (and hopeful) that Theirs would make a full recuperation, just as Hers had a Turn prior. Surely, there would be no more unexpected loss of life... It was too soon for any of them to meet Aureliath and Hers beyond Between. So it was, the gold spent what time she could fussing over the clutch, sending her constant maternal love and warmth out to each of them. She was here to support them however they needed; she was there to be cuddled, there to reassure, there to comfort. If they lacked strength or hope, she would give it to them...
And she wasn't alone. There were other golds also keeping an eye on the youngsters, and other adults to keep them in line.
Still, Fianth knew that the Weyrlings needed their independence. As much as she wished to gather them all beneath her wings, to tend to their every need, it was not her place. They had to grow into their own beings, and learn the hard lessons life often taught. As much as a part of her wished to shield them from hardship, she also knew that they were not meant to be coddled. They were to learn how to destroy The Enemy and keep Pern safe. They were all meant to be heroes, and she was proud of each and every one.
So, the blue eyed Fianth watched as the dragonets went about their day, speaking when spoken to, and keeping an especially close look on those that were clearly distressed. To those, she sent nothing but firm support and unspoken encouragement. Love, support, and calm radiated from the tender-hearted gold, and those that needed it most would get it.
But the dragon did take a moment when a familiar blue called out to her. Her eyes whirled faster in her pleasure, and she took a moment to give Sucurith an appraising look. Sucurith, my darling. How dashing you look, with such a brightly colored hide. Is Yours doing any better? For the blue was here without His rider.... So she could only assume it meant that she was with the rest in the Infirmary or suffering back at the Barracks.
Holleth, of course, was also given a wash of fondness from the gold, as she let her eyes travel over the weyrlings present. The dark blue seemed to always keep himself at a distance, but she saw him; and she was pleased to see that His rider looked well, too.
Zygmuth, Cythereath, Ingonth, Taoloth, Aviforth, Skerath and Slidrianth all received constant waves of strength, love, encouragement, and certainty. Theirs would be well in time... Of this, Fianth was certain. She would not allow their hearts to waver, though she made sure that her support was passive. The gold would not overwhelm them with it, but they would find it, if ever their hearts grew sore or they began to grow particularly upset or distressed. Her touch would be like that of a warm blanket, comforting, secure, and ever-patient.
Pellerath, Florianth, Venandith, Anakumath, Saevath, Alegriath, Tierth, Harneth, and Alquemieth were also washed periodically with love, encouragement, and pride. How good of them to be there to support their peers--even Harneth, who was a fair bit older, had risen to the occasion. She was proud of them all, serving one another, caring for their clutchmates and future wingmates. No matter how they might view one another, no matter how they might disagree, they could still come together to help one another. And that was what being a dragonrider was all about.
None of them could fight Thread alone--but together, they could and would save the world.
Ah, but the calm was broken when a bugle of anger, rage, and pain was heard. Immediately, her head snapped to focus on the source.
It was no surprise that it was Skerath who bugled--and it was clear the green was about a second away from taking it out on others. While she understood the fear and rage, it also was completely out of line.
Skerath! Strike not, for they are not your Enemy. Be calm, fierce one. Be still and be comforted. Her words were soothing, and the sudden emotion that wrapped up the green was firm and secure. It wasn't entirely a command--yet--but she did not wish to command the green down. No, this was simply an adult attempting to soothe. It is a difficult and trying time, to be without Yours, and to be so helpless to aid her. But she needs you now more than ever. Focus on her, not on those here to help. If you must take out your rage, do so upon me. Tell me of your anger, your frustration, your pain; you are strong, but you must be stronger still to keep a clear head.
((P.S. I'm holding out on having Venandith reply since I'm waiting on some others to respond to his approach. xD I don't want to get too far ahead with him.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2019 6:11 am
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Talis and Blue Holleth - way off to the side
The touch of fondness from Fianth was met with a blossoming rush of deep affection and subdued delight. The little blue might have been quiet about it, never presuming to seek her out or solicit attention, but he adored his mother, and even the slightest acknowledgement flooded his eyes with purple. His head was held a little higher, and he vibrated with a low thrum only His would hear.
You can go see her, she nudged gently. I'll be fine. As long as she didn't overexert herself or move too quickly, she felt more or less alright. Sitting here, with or without her dragon, she would be fairly safe from the occasional waves of dizziness and nausea.
Holleth looked longingly at his mother's pale form, warring with himself as he so often did over so many things. While he hesitated, the bugle from Skerath caught his attention and he turned his head to see what had happened. Touches of yellow flecked his gaze, but he did and said nothing, regardless of how he felt about the outburst or Alquemieth's response. His interference was certainly not required regardless, and so he stayed as he was.
Another time, perhaps, he finally answered His. The others need her.
It was essentially the same answer he always gave, and Talis sighed. I think you do, too. Just for different reasons.
It's not important.
It never was.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2019 9:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2019 11:56 am
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Calla & Florianth // Bathing & Healing Station
The green that Arlie was preparing to tend to seemed particularly out of sorts. Calla kept past the girl's side, and Florianth swung his blue head toward them, curious still, not yet defensive. When Skerath shook the meat, Calla took a slap of bloody spray across the face. Her whole body tensed, and her mouth dropped open... only for the next toss of meat to send some into her mouth. Ew. The young weyrling was not about to girlishy skitter away, and honestly, some of the mess she mucked from the feeding pens was worse but this was IN HER MOUTH.
Reflexively, she used one of the clean towels in her hands to mop the blood from her face, subtly dragging her tongue across it too and spitting onto the ground. The negative waves of emotion coming off Skerath slapped her next, and she tried to respond with her own unspoken wave that they were just trying to help but, oh no, things happened very quickly.
Florianth, who had been several paces away with Alegriath, came quickly over, though not in any type of charge, just with the worried concern of a caretaker for his rider. He flicked a wing out over Calla and pulled her backward (inelegantly, she kind of backwards rolled away). To Skerath, he said, by way of explanation -- could this all be handled civilly, you know? -- Mine wants to help. If you don't want it, she can help someone else. Everyone wants everyone to feel better. Florianth was a diplomat first, and perhaps failed to realize that his double-clutchmate intended to come for him too -- at least, until he felt a thankfully shallow drag of a claw across his wing.
Displeasure rumbled in his throat, but he felt the warmth of Fianth's presence and aimed to be a Good Boy. The Goodest Good Boy. He only sent another positive wave to Skerath, though it was more lukewarm than his normal beams. Calla got to her feet, a bit muddy and bloodied. She had felt the light rake to Florianth's wing, and her focus had changed in a second.
"Skerath, Arlie can help. Please let her," she said plainly and calmly, swallowing down the annoyance she felt. If it was Florianth who was sick, she would want the other riders to be patient with him. It kept her response measured (as did her weyrling training). Though she suspected Florianth's brand of illness would involve a lot more whining and lot less lashing out.
To Arlie, the girl said, "Sorry, I need to take care of Florianth's wing. Let me know if you need anything else." Maybe it was best to only have one person attempting to take care of Skerath. Multiple attendants had not been well-received, and there were other dragonets to care for. Most importantly, now, her own. She moved calmly away to the healers and only then did she privately say to Florianth, Okay, really? REALLY.
Just a flesh wound, My Twenty-and-One. Yours barely felt it. His wince when a salve was applied suggested otherwise.
Uta just a mom acknowledge for the happy wave
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2019 10:08 pm
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Blue Aviforth // Midground → Dangerzone
The brush of affection had Aviforth perking up slightly--even if it was only a slight jolt of his head. Ingonth’s touch was returned with a mental nestle, like if he was brushing up under his cousin’s chin. He was being seen to, and it made Aviforth a bit happier knowing he was cared for while T’rin was being seen to.
Yet he was still here, alone. His body felt dry, and Aviforth’s paw kept lifting and dropping -- like he wanted to move, find someone to lavish him with the attention he desired… and yet only could just stand there, awkwardly. He was hungry, he was needing to be washed. But how did he explain when Cavera just.. knew? She knew all the spots he needed washed without him ever having realized it. Yet all he wanted was to return to her side once more….
It was Venandith of all dragons to snap him out of his trance, blinking at the larger brown. Anything he needed? He needed so much, yet.. But for the moment, Aviforth took the gentle steps to cross and bury his neck against the offered cuddle, a wobbly croon finding it’s way out of his throat. Anything I need..? He needed a bath. A bite to eat. He needed Cavera. I’m hungry.. And a bath would be nice.. But certainly you and Yours are sought after? You’re such a stand out, my strong cousin. I wouldn’t want to impede you. He himself would be back to the limelight in no time.
Skerath’s bellow had Aviforth’s head snap up, turning to find his green sister and who might have upset her. Yet Hers was as sick as His was. Venandith, for as warm as the dragon was, was leapt away from as Aviforth crossed to approach her. He reached out mentally--warm, soft. He would be here, for her ferocity was nothing to shy away from--and while he was nervous for her teeth or talons, he wouldn’t let her feel alone. He certainly knew how it felt.
Tsunake Riiiide in to the Danger Zone
Uta Thanks for the offer butsweetsavagesisterneedshelp
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